When Bethyl Happened

Chapter 5- Waking Up In Your Arms

~Beth's POV~

My head was spinning uncontrollably. I could hear a voice, but it sounded so far away and I couldn't make out the words. My body felt numb and I struggled to open my eyes. When they finally fluttered open, I saw the fuzzy image of what appeared to be a very concerned Daryl. Slowly My vision began to clear and I could see him fully. Drenched in sweat with bloodshot eyes and ruffled hair, he looked like a mess. Dried blood covered his shirt and face. Daryl looked wild, but extremely attractive. "Beth," he murmured running his fingers through my tangled hair.

I tried to reply, but all that came out was a groan. "It's ok, don't talk just rest. You are hurt," he informed. His eyes though bloodshot, were filled with care and concern. They studied my face, trying to evaluate my condition.

I then realized I was lying in his lap! I attempted to struggle out, but he strengthened his grasp on me. I was in no condition to fight back. Plus, it's not like I hated the position I was in.

Daryl pulled me closer into his chest. I took one of his hands and wrapped my fingers around his. I felt his heart beat erractically. Was my touch affecting him like this? I nuzzled up to the crook of his neck. This moment was so tender, so perfect. But, why was this moment even happening? I wasn't supposed to be held in his arms like this. The way we were, well, snuggling like we were in love should feel wrong. Yet, it didn't. Even if I had the strength to move, I wouldn't have. Did this mean, I was in love with him? No, I couldn't be. Could I? I must just be comfortable being held. I mean, I hadn't been held like that, ever.

"Daryl?" I said gathering up all my strength.

"Yes? Are you ok?" he replied with concern.

"Daryl, I didn't mean to cut my wrists again! I know I promised! It was like I was back there. Back at the farm I mean. Andrea was there telling me the decision was mine. I hit the bathroom mirror and cut my wrists, just like before. It was so clear. It was like I was really there. I didn't have control of my decisions. It was so crazy. Daryl, I don't know how I really hurt my self, I mean in real life," I cried out. My tears began to fall freely across my pale face.

"Ssh, Bethy," he whispered into my ears, "I don't blame you. We will figure this out, together. I promise. I am here." He gave me a soft smile.

"Good," I smiled.

"Uh, Beth?" he said almost nervously.

"Yes," I replied calmly, yet my mind was overflowing with ideas of what he would say or maybe confess.

"Just thought you should know there is like a big ass herd of walkers passing by. Well, at least I hope they are just passing by," Daryl muttered. My heart sank because I felt like he was going to say something else. But, what was I expecting him to confess?

"Why didn't you say anything before?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"I didn't think the fact would be something you wanted to wake up to."

"Well, thanks for being considerate," I smiled, "but, do you think the house will hold?"

"I'm gonna board up the back door and the bedroom windows now. After that, we should be good."

"Don't leave yet!" I wanted to be in his grasp for just a bit longer.

"Sorry, Beth I gotta keep us safe. Plus, we need to bandage you up," he said almost reluctantly. Maybe, he wanted to stay like this too.

"Oh! I just found some earlier. They're in the kitchen."

Daryl removed himself from me and headed out to the kitchen. Oh, shit. The kitchen would look like someone was murdered. I was about to warn him when he called out, "Beth?"

"That's where I panicked. I dropped the mirror and stepped on the pieces," I said with embarrassment.

"Beth, I think I know where the cuts came from," he said slowly.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I think in your state of panic I think you used the hand held mirror shards," he informed me as he walked back into the living room, with the bandages in his hands.

He gave me an assuring smile, "I got the bandages. Let's fix you up and I'll get to boarding this place up." He then grabbed my hand and I felt my whole body shiver. I pushed off the feeling and allowed him to wrap my wrists. We sat in silence, but the comfortable kind.

"All done," he announced.

"Thank you," I replied, but I was slightly embarrassed to be babied so much by him. Daryl then looked at me thoughtfully. Mischief was clear in his eyes. Uh oh, I thought to myself. What was he up to. Without a word, Daryl scooped me up in his muscular arms.

"Daryl!" I squeeled. He just gave me a grunt and then dropped me gently on the sofa.

"Well, all right thank you then," I smirked. He propped my head up with a pillow.

"Gonna get back to work," Daryl mumbled.

He then leaned over and kissed me so lightly on the forehead I could barely feel it. I didn't think Daryl was even capable of such a gentle action. My face flooded with red and I was in to much of shock to say anything. I watched him walk away to commence fortifying our cabin.

A full five minutes after Daryl left me speechless on the couch, I was still touching my forehead. It was as if his lips were still there. I could feel them linger. I yearned them. It was wrong. I knew I shouldn't feel this about Daryl. Daryl Dixon, the red neck who has killed not just walkers, but real men. The Daryl that would do anything to keep me safe.

He would give his life for me no doubt. I would do the same for him. Me, Beth Greene would die for Daryl, but not just because I care for him. It is because I love him. Finally, all the weird feelings I have had that are so new and exciting have been identified. The reason my heart skips a beat at his touch, is love. But, I knew we could never work. Relationships are hard enough as it is. With an apocalypse going on, love should be the least of our worries. Yet somehow, love always finds a way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~

So first, 200 read OMG thank you. Now, I am nearly to 300 gah you guys! And I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I LOVED writing it. Now Beth's panic attack will be addressed more later on, but they have bigger problems right now. Beth finally came to her senses and realized she loved Daryl. About time sister. All right, see you all next Saturday and as always vote, vote, vote!